PART 3 The courthouse smelled like wet coats, old paper, and coffee that had been burned for too many hours.

Vivian Calloway.

Vivian looked expensive and furious, which for her was almost a natural state. Her cream coat was perfectly belted. Her lipstick was perfect. Her eyes were not.

They went straight to the babies.

For one strange second, Savannah thought Vivian might soften.

She didn’t.

Instead, Vivian looked at the blankets like they were contracts.

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